It's about Obedience.
Her skin itched.
Like it wasn't her own. It wasn't her own skin, she wanted to remove it, but clawing at it only made it bleed. Not yet. She itched the scales on the back of her neck, the sharp claws having no real effect on the hard scaley surface. She was distracted only for a second before she remembered what the Masters told her.
She could smell Becket. Before it was just the faint smell of old paper, metal, just something you'd expect a pilot to smell like but now it was so much more specific. The hints of leather, the smell of something sweet like candy. It was very specifically Raleigh. Very specifically her target.
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The instructions were specific. The halls were too empty for her to worry about anyone else. Though it would be their misfortune to cross her path now. She spotted him, and made no hesitation to leap at him, hissing.